Author's Note, This is a Chapter I accidentally never got uploaded. Chapter 6 got marked as Chapter 5, Rather Than Reupload, I'm adding this and calling it and the previous Chapter 5 is going to be 5.5. Sorry for the mix up, the story makes more sense this way.

Chapter 5

Samantha had been two months away from marrying Tom, when Jack walked into her life. She was beginning her training as a profiler and attending a variety of lectures on abnormal psychology. Sam had signed up for a month long course taught by Dr. Jackson Steele. Jackson Steele was a legend in the making within the bureau. He was the youngest field agent and profiler in bureau history and rumored to be up for the director position of the state of California when the present director retired next year. Sam was so excited that such a respected profiler was coming to Quantico and that she would get to learn from him.

Tom was already an agent and had just been called away on an assignment, so Sam was quite alone when she went to class on her first day with Dr. Steele. In truth she was a little relieved to have Tom gone, he kept pressuring her more and more about consummating their relationship as the wedding date approached. Born into a strict religious family, Sam had been raised on lectures about no sex until after marriage and she didn't feel right about sleeping with Tom. Up until recently he had been understanding, but the closer the wedding got the more he began to whine and claim that they were as good as married. Sometimes she had doubts about getting married, but the invitations were already sent and everyone kept telling her how lucky she was. If only she felt so very lucky!

Walking into the lecture room, Samantha was decked out in her most severe suit and starched white blouse. The bureau was largely male dominated and she had to work twice as hard as most of the male agents. All around her the men in the class wore everything from suits to FBI sweats and they chatted about women and sports, effectively excluding the shy blonde girl. It hurt, but she wasn't going to let that get to her. Samantha picked up the novel she carried with her and started reading it, holding it in front of her as if it were a shield.

Jackson Steele or Jack as he preferred to be called strolled into the class and internally sneered at the students. Most of them were so wet behind the ears it was a wonder they didn't need their mothers to change them still. As they began to notice him, they looked with a combination of awe and resentment. Jack flaunted the unspoken rule of acceptable FBI attire and wore an ivory suit with a pale blue tie. From the cut of his suit to the shine of his sandy hair and the scent of his cologne, everything about Jack whispered old money and culture. They looked at the pages in their books and convinced themselves they could see into the darkest reaches of the human psyche. These boyscouts hadn't the first clue about darkness. If they saw the darkness Jack had inside him they would probably run screaming.

Jack's expression softened slightly as he saw Samantha. Her body language screamed how isolated she felt. She was so absorbed in her book she was trying to protect herself with that she hadn't noticed Jack's arrival. The sun was gleaming off her hair that was tumbling loose from it's businesslike topknot. She looked like and angel to Jack, pure and a beautiful. Snickers echoed throughout the class at Samantha.

"Head out of your ass Anderson!" a young man with an already receding hairline shouted behind her and smacked her on the back of the head.

It took every last drop of control Jack had not to snap the boy's neck on the spot. How dare he speak that way to this goddess let alone lay a hand on her! He clenched his fists until his nails left crescents on his palms and focused on calming down. Samantha looked up and blushed furiously. Jack's breath caught in his throat as he beheld her face for the first time. She was beautiful to be sure, but what drew Jack in was the fire within her eyes. Embarrassment was fighting the emotion to be sure, but there was the icy spark that was the same barely restrained fury. At that moment, Jack knew she was his, that this was a princess for him to live and die for.

Jack got down on his knees beside her desk, mentally pledging lifelong fealty to his golden goddess but said aloud, "Miss Anderson, may I ask what you're reading?"

Shyly Sam ducked her head and handed him the book, then barely above a whisper said, "You may call me Sam."

Jack looked at the cover of the book momentarily and was pleasantly surprised to find it was one of his favorites. "Richard Bach is my favorite author Samantha, maybe we can discuss him sometime."

Then Jack stood up and walked to the lectern that sat on top of the desk and got into his black leather bag he'd sat beside it, he pulled out a file folder and the class roster. Time to get rid of the riffraff, he thought cheerfully.

"What's your name?" Jack demanded pointing to the boy behind Samantha.

"Me?"

"That's right. Your name, assuming you can muster the neurons to remember it," Jack replied sarcastically.

"D-D- Donald C-Carson." he stuttered.

"Congratulations!" Jack said airily. "D-D- Donald, you have the first failing grade. Now leave my class."

Everyone stared in disbelief at their instructor.

"I do not tolerate foul language, nor do I smile upon ill-treatment of the fairer sex. Now if that's clear, let's get started."

Jack walked around the class as Donald scurried out of the class. Opening his file folder, Jack placed a photo on each desk face down and went to the front of the class. He told them to turn their photos over and ordered them to stare at them for the next five minutes straight, no looking away or talking. The pictures were beyond gruesome, violent messes that screamed colorfully from the photos, there were even a few of Jack's own work mixed within. He purposefully gave one to Samantha, he couldn't wait to see what she made of it. One by one, man after man began to run for the bathroom or outside for air until Jack and Samantha were the only ones left.

"Well I think that went well."

Samantha looked up at Jack and smiled in a combination of admiration and amusement.

Jack looked at his Rolex and said, "Let's gather the photos up and grab an early lunch. I knew the moment I walked in here you were extraordinary and I need to learn everything about you."

Sam played nervously with her engagement ring for a minute and then nodded in agreement. Surely it was business related and would she really be so awful if she just had lunch with the handsome stranger. It wasn't like she was cheating on Tom, it was just lunch. Keep telling yourself that Sam, she thought to herself. As she looked into the dark depths of Jack's soulful eyes, she felt little jolts of electricity throughout her body. For the first time in her life, Samantha felt lust and it felt damn good.